I miss you more and more everyday.
I still wonder where I went wrong and I feel like everything was my fault. It hurts to think that I never cross your mind and that you never meant anything you said to me. It hurts to know that I meant everything I said, you just didn't care. But I was blinded by how much I cared for you and thats why it's my own fault. I love you so much. You are, always have been and always will be my first love and my best friend. You know me straight down to my core.
In reality I guess we just weren't right for each other.
I don't understand how some guys and even some girls can abuse sex the way they do. It's not a joke and not something to be tossed around like it's nothing. Is there really any pleasure in having multiple partners who don't really mean anything over having one specific person that you care a lot about to share such a beautiful thing with?